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Yes Indeed…

A request … written in 20 min flat – no editing – pure as it came out of my head! All I had to go on was:

 “A red-head with fire in her eyes”.

Hope you enjoy it. This was fun. I like these flash sessions. If anyone else has a request, let me know – perhaps I will make it a habit to “reward” my faithful followers with such personalized morsels!

***

She sat there in the corner of the cafeteria crying. People walked past her, most not even noticing the gentle tremble of her shoulders, and those that did seemed embarrassed by it hurrying on by as fast as they could to avoid having to “do something” feigning ignorance of the obvious pain.

He had gone to this place to people watch – a favourite pastime. Had noticed the striking red head arrive with fire in her eyes, confidence in her step and a stunning smile that made everyone grin back no matter their mood. Not skinny but far from overweight, she carried herself well, was elegant in her mannerism and had a wonderful whimsy sense of style that spoke of a playful nature and a love of colour.

He could faintly smell her. She smelled of passion, of intensity … of sex. One of those women that you see and immediately you imagine yourself plunging into her wetness, losing yourself in her deep folds, her arms and the satin touch of her fingers. Instantly your cock raises to salute and desperately wants… aches… desires. Any grown man is condemned to act like the teenager yet unable to control his dick. He could almost hear the moans and whispers she would make. A women that made mere men feel like kings. A rare bread. A breath of passion in a dull existence. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Moments later a man showed up and joined her. The obvious ying to her yang, his presence was like a thunderstorm approaching. She beamed like the sun trying to pierce the thick black clouds of turmoil that surrounded him. He sat, across from her, the weight of the world on his shoulder and a look of self imposed importance crossing the smile that resembled a smirk. Instantly dis-likable. Yet she laughed with honest gaiety, cajoled and kissed him – for a moment she was rewarded with a smile that never reached his eyes.

He held her hand – looking as if he was about to tell her some terrible news, a death perhaps? Her eyelashes fluttered. Watching from a distance he managed to lip read her anguished “why” and then the man – shrugged his shoulders, got up and left her.

Stunned – he watched her entire body language change. Her little world had crumbled. She reached out into the air – as if to silently call him back. Tears flowed from her bright green eyes. In this vulnerable and public place she had been dumped. It was shocking. It was unforgivable. He watched the lovely red head falter, the flame flickering in her as if a gust of wind threatened to snuff her out any moment. He couldn’t just sit there any longer.

Grabbing his courage by the proverbial horns he got up, made his way to the coffee shop, bought a decaf mocha chino and made his way to her.

He sat down carefully, timid. Reached over and placed the beverage in front of her.

She stared at it – lost in her thoughts not seeing it at first behind the curtain of damp tears. Without thinking she picked it up and took a sip. Her eyes went wide and she finally looked at the man sitting across from her. She smiled and took another sip. His hand reached out to gently caress the back of hers and just as quickly was gone.

“You deserve better” he whispered.

“How do you know?” she replied.

“I know.” Was all he added.

In silence he kept her company while she sipped her drink and he watched the subtle signs of returned composure. Her tears were slowly replaced by curiosity. Her scent lingered in his brain playing with him – toying like a pair of ghost hands rolling his balls gently back and forth, a set of perfect ghost lips surrounding his …..

“Where a door closes – another opens?” she giggled into her hot beverage.

“Indeed” he blew out breathless.

Yes indeed…

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May 10, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, romance, temptation | , , | 17 Comments

Alliance Series – Round Peg Meets Square Hole

Pillow Talk Press Presents – an Alliance Series Tale

‘Round Peg Meets Square Hole’

By Fantasia Lillith and Elsiewrites

 

A blind date. So it had really come down to this? I mean I knew I was a lifeless dweeb and all: my hobby is fixing things that were never meant to be fixed, but a blind date? Really?

The tip of the soldering iron looked huge in the magnifying glass, and it trembled slightly as I worked. The 48-pin connector I had clamped in place with alligator clips filled my field of vision like the surface of the Death Star. Almost there…True enough, I hadn’t been out on a date since I’d moved to this city. True enough, I was working two jobs: days in a bike shop, evenings at the computer lab, helping undergraduates un-crash their machines and recover their homework. True enough, my plans for the weekend consisted of a bottle of wine, internet porn, and a circa-1985 x386 pc-clone that refused to boot. Why the heck not? Maybe it’d be fun.

Maria had offered me Saturday off, paid, if I went. She said I deserved it. She said we’d get along great. Maria could be very convincing when she chose to be.

One more pin to solder. Almost there

Fuck, I was late already. I carefully replaced the soldering iron in its cradle (you only drop that thing in your lap once!) and switched off my halogen work light. Fuck, did I have time for a quick shower? Yes, I’d make time. Fuck, did I even have any clean underwear? Screw the underwear: I’d go commando, make do with a clean(ish) pair of jeans and t-shirt.

By the time I left the apartment I was already fifteen minutes late, and I was ten blocks from the bar where we were supposed to meet. I thought ruefully of the state of my bedroom, hoped I hadn’t left anything embarrassing lying out. Not like it mattered; I wouldn’t be bringing anyone home. It was just a first date. A blind date.

***

I had met Maria two weeks ago for a cup of coffee. She had been telling me about this “cute” guy she had working for her. At first I thought she had a crush on him, and talking to me about it was her way of trying to remain faithful to her new hubby – her third – until she told me point blank she was setting us up. I cringed. More often than not she and I had very different tastes. Plus I had gone through so much lately; I just wasn’t really in the mood to date. But she had a way of making you agree to anything just to get her off your back.

I sighed deeply, my breasts looking like they were about to fall out of my sweater, and ordered another drink.

So here I was sitting at a bar I did not know, nursing a second beverage and asking myself if I was about to be stood up. I wore, a red sweater that I had paired up with a form fitted dark denim skirt and the sexiest stilettos I had in my arsenal. I wanted to look my best, you just never know. The fine cashmere and silk blend hugging my curves, stretched as I sighed yet again. After this drink I was leaving. I waited for no man. In fact I was tempted to just down this one and depart.

I felt a tentative tap on my shoulder. I turned and under the slovenly exterior that greeted my first glance – I saw the most intense green eyes I had ever come across. What was shocking was the intense loneliness and hidden hope.

I felt a certain moistness, and my cock rise between my thighs.

***

I was late. Late late late! I considered turning around and walking out of there, going home and masturbating and getting drunk, my standard Friday night modus. Thing is I’d never hear the end of it from Maria. The woman has a very forceful personality.

How was I supposed to recognize this woman anyway? I nudged my way through a knot of hipsters toward the bar. The music here was too loud, the place was too crowded. I didn’t belong here.

Oh shit, that had to be her. And I was seriously underdressed.

A beautiful woman in red and black: fair, nearly translucent skin, delicate hands with long fingers, and an angelic face. She was idly toying with a nearly empty martini glass. She was shorter than me, and quite busty, a fact that was accentuated by her form-fitting sweater. She looked like she was dressed for a fashion shoot. And I looked like a schlub. She tapped her high heels impatiently and stirred the remains of her drink.

Against my will, I felt my dick swell as it hung unrestrained in my baggy jeans. Christ, she looked like a model! Ok, not an anorexic-skinny model, but still… I was in deeply over my head. What I should really do is go home now, I thought, go home and lube up the Excel and dream up some excuse for Maria tomorrow.

I swallowed and stepped up behind her, raised my arm and tapped her on the shoulder. She swiveled on the barstool and I felt her flashing brown eyes upon me, appraising me, summing me up. My treacherous penis was threatening to become a full-on erection.

“Hi” I said, feeling like an asshole, “I’m sorry I’m late. Can I … can I, um, buy you a drink?”

***

Good thing Maria had warned me that he’d be a “fashion disaster” and not to judge this book by the cover. She was correct, there was indeed no style there and I wasn’t even sure if everything he wore was fresh. I could feel my nose wiggling trying to at least assess if he had showered. But she had also been dead on regarding his looks. He was very, very cute. By his shy demeanor, he was adorably and utterly oblivious to that fact. That made him all the more attractive.

“Sure, Apple Martini if you don’t mind. I know it’s a really girlie drink but they are good”. I said watching him trying to politely squeeze in next to me.

“I was worried you were going to stand me up.” He opened his mouth to explain … I quickly cut him off.

“I almost didn’t show up either … don’t worry about it. In my mind I was thinking three martinis and then go home. I am actually glad you came. Maria was right … you are cute.” I saw his face flush a deep red and his ears were burning crimson.

He ordered the drinks and settled into some small talk. I revealed my profession as a social worker, leaving out my specific field of support. He talked about his move, leaving out the reasons for it. I sensed a woman might have had something to do with it. We both danced around the really personal issues avoiding revealing too much too soon. We obviously both carried a lot of baggage, but that in itself gave us some common ground and we did get progressively comfortable.

Before long, I was on my fourth Martini, my cut off if I don’t want to be hammered and wake up the next day with yet another regret to note in my diary. I felt warm, and at ease with him. Once he relaxed he was rather charming. Frequently blushing when complimented, passionate about helping others, obviously stuck in life and not sure what to do or where to go. I had to admit it. I liked him. He wasn’t a stray puppy – more like a stray wolf. Yes I liked him, and of course…. that meant a potential problem.

He tried to say something but the noise in the club had gone up a few more decibels. I shook my head to show him I had not heard. Leaning in, he moved my hair carefully with trembling fingers away from my ear. My body quivered in delight and the blood rushed to my balls and nipples. He shouted a little too loudly “You want to go someplace more quiet??”

He stood there, like a big, terrified of rejection teenager. I counted my heart beats pounding in my head. 1 – 2 – 3…. and nodded.

***

Three beers and I was lit. Not exactly shitfaced, but sober by no stretch of the imagination either. After I blurted it out, I immediately regretted it. I stood there next to her at the bar for a long moment, feeling like a complete doofus. Which, I supposed, I really was.

And then she nodded her head, stood up, grabbed her handbag. I felt a flood of relief. I paid our tab, tipped WAY more than I could afford, and together we made our way through the wall of hipsters to the door.

It was cool outside, and much quieter. She was giggling and stumbling a little in her heels; I was quiet and nervous. If this date was going anything like the way it now looked to be going… Well it had been a very long time, and nothing in this life is ever simple.

There was no discussion about where we were headed, we just walked. We just happened to find ourselves walking the ten or so blocks toward my apartment. She put her arm around my waist to steady herself, and we walked like that together. She smelled nice, like an expensive perfume. Her closeness and warmness felt really good and made my cock strain and chafe against the denim fabric of my jeans. She did most of the talking as we walked, and I was relieved to discover that, despite her exterior looks, she was hardly a prissy girly-girl.

Finally we stopped. We were standing in front of my apartment building, a shady-looking old 6-story brick tenement.

“Well…” I said, “This is my place.”

She giggled and detached herself from around my waist. “Yes, I had guessed that it might be.”

“Would you… Would you like to come up?”

“Yes” she said, a little hesitantly, “I think I’d like to come up. Just for a little while.”

On impulse, I reached over and kissed her. She kissed me back, hard and hot. Her lips felt amazing. I moved in closer to her, keeping my lips pressed against her plump cherry ones. I knew she could feel my straining hard-on through my jeans. She opened her mouth and let my tongue explore her. Our tongues met, and electricity coursed through us. I felt her hand on my ass. I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to me, squishing her big soft breasts against my chest.

Like a pair of teens, we stood there on the sidewalk, making out in the harsh light of mercury-vapor streetlights. A passing car honked and hooted, and at last she broke off the kiss. “Maybe we should continue this conversation upstairs.” she said with a seductive little smile.

***

I liked the way his body felt against mine. He was warm and welcoming. His lips were eager and yet, he wasn’t sloppy. His tongue didn’t try to play tag ball with my tonsils and his hands remain polite – if just on the verge of indiscreet.

My nipples were achingly hard. In fact there was a lot that was hard. As we walked up the stairs I braced myself for the potentially magic killing phrase “Oh by the way – That lump in the front of my panties? It’s a dick, and it’s really hard just for you”.

I sighed. He looked at me then and whispered “You alright? We don’t have to … I mean ….” I just smiled as sweetly as I could, swatted his ass and told him to get a move on. I was acting a little more playful than I felt.

His place was as much a mess as he was. I couldn’t believe it. I had seen a few bachelor pads in my day but damn it, this was beyond messy. I wondered if it reflected his state of mind.  I was about to unleash something on him and looking at the place, and him … suddenly I felt unsure he would be able to handle it. 

He hastily tossed a load of cleanish clothing in a pile, blushing all the time.  “Coffee?” he asked trying to find something to do with himself.

“Yeah sure … not a bad idea”.  He wondered off into the tiny kitchenette and with trembling hands he went about making a decent cup of joe. I looked at the details around me. Half his belongings it seemed were still in boxes. There were electric bits all over the place, wires and such littered the floor and every surface. I felt like I had accidentally walked into the sorcerer’s lair. The day bed in the corner of the small adjacent room was surprisingly large and the sheets looked clean.  Well … at least that.

I was about to get up and join him when I saw it then … there on a small pile of books that seemed to double duty as the nightstand … a black dildo.  My jaw dropped. Not just any dildo – that was the Nexus Excel! Not the Aneros for beginners – this was a little more …hard core.

I went to it – drawn like a moth to a flame and picked it up.  I turned around holding it in my hand, and with the sweetest smile I could muster, just raised an eyebrow.

***

The mess… Oh god, the mess! The moment I had let us into the apartment, I realized what a dump the place really was, and I strenuously, achingly wished that I had done a little clean-up. I really hadn’t expected to be bringing anyone home.

I cleared off the kitchen table while the coffee brewed. A Commodore 64, a set of metric torque drivers, my neighbor Claudia’s defunct VCR… “Do you take milk and sugar?”

“A little milk, no sugar” she replied from the bedroom. Oh god, the bedroom… I prayed that I had at least changed the sheets. I honestly couldn’t remember. The erection in my pants ached, and there was no way now it was going away on it’s own. I needed stimulation. The kind of stimulation that nice girls don’t necessarily provide. I prayed to whatever gods of sex there are that she wasn’t one of those ‘nice girls’.

“I’m sorry about all the clutter,” I said, bringing two mugs of hot coffee into the bedroom where she was sitting on the edge of the (clean sheets!) bed. “It’s just that I’m a bit of a pack-rat, and I like to fix things that are broken…”

My voice trailed off into an unfinished sentence when I saw what she was holding in her hands. At least I knew for a fact THAT was clean!

She arched one eyebrow exquisitely.

“Oh boy. You know, I really wasn’t expecting company tonight. The truth is, you know… the fact is I’m a bit of a freak.”

A tiny little smile played on her face. “Do tell.”

Setting the mugs down, I blushed and stammered. “Well the thing is… the thing is that I’m unable to achieve orgasm… What I mean is I can’t get off, physically can’t –it’s incredibly frustrating- without, ah, direct stimulation to my prostate.” I felt red and hot and awkward. This was where she would make her more-or-less graceful hasty exit. The erection in my jeans throbbed mercilessly. It would continue throbbing unabated until I was able to stick that Nexus (or some similar object) up my butt.

“Oh, is that all?” she smiled prettily. “Jeez, I thought you were going to tell me something really shocking. That doesn’t sound like an all bad condition to me… As a matter of fact, I think it might be kind of fun.”

She stood up and gave me a hug. A big hug, a big close warm hug.

We kissed again, and this time she reached down and grabbed the package that was protruding from the front of my jeans. “Mmm… VERY nice!”

I ran my hand down her sweater, feeling the soft fullness of her breasts. My hand continued it’s path down the front of her denim skirt. It was there that I encountered a lump I hadn’t been expecting to encounter. A very prominent lump. My hand stopped there for a moment, and then continued it’s path down to her naked thigh, where I stopped and squeezed her warm flesh. It felt good to touch her, though I was no longer completely sure she was a ‘her’; and I wasn’t completely sure what to make of that.

“Are you… are you a transgendered person?” I asked softly.

She looked up at me, a scared vulnerable look on her face. “No,” she said, “Just a freak. I’m a girl, one hundred percent female… except for the equipment between my legs. I was born this way. I’m a mutant.”

I kissed her again, and squeezed her close, letting the lump in her skirt rub deliciously against the lump in my own jeans.

***

He was still there.  My heart beat faster, my cock got harder, my breath caught in my throat as I kissed him with more vigor.  Not only was he still there, but he was holding me tightly, desiring me, wanting me. His lips tasted sweeter than before and a sense of giddiness filled my entire body.

I let my hands caress his body, my fingers finding their way under his shirt I was surprised to find satin smooth skin.  He wasn’t an athlete but he had a natural slenderness to him that was pleasing.  I found myself begging him breathlessly to take his shirt off.

He complied and I took his hand, pulled him towards me. Together we stumbled onto the bed. He lay next to me – and this time let his hands wander all over my body.  He seemed to enjoy teasing me as his touch remained above my clothing.  It was maddening and thrilling all at once.  I knew my face was flush, I could hear my own moans escape from my lips.  I was losing control and I no longer cared. Not one bit.

I let myself relax into it. He had not asked me to leave.  He had not asked for more explanation or about the “how” I or he would or could engage in intercourse.  No.  He had simply accepted me – as a her – and as I was.  No odd moment of adaptation … nothing.  Could he be real? Or was I at home again, half drunk jerking off in an alcohol induced haze?

His lips on mine as his hand finally made their way under my top made this reality crystal clear.  I had never wanted anyone so completely.

***

My hands underneath her top found her large, shapely breasts and she sighed and pressed her hot body against mine. Her bra was definitely getting in the way.

Hands trembling, I pulled the red sweater off over her head, and went to work on the bra clasp. My head reeled, drunk with the combined effects of alcohol, lust and– dare I think something beyond pure animal lust? Affection, more…?

It had been a really long time since I had been with a girl. Before I had moved to this city in fact. My neighbor, Claudia, had seemed at least potentially interested, but I hadn’t dared pursue that. My last encounter had been with a girl I’d met over the internet, a girl who called herself ‘Je33ica’, and who had claimed to be ‘up for anything’. That one had been particularly traumatic, and she’d said some pretty hurtful things, but really it had been the last in a long line of screwed-up miss-matches.

Back to the present situation: she took the matter into her own hand, unsnapping her bra and letting it fall free. Her breasts were large, full, and beautiful. They were also, I was now certain, completely natural. The nipples were big and pink, and swollen hard, begging to be sucked. Which I did, with great pleasure. I loved the way her body felt in my arms, I loved the way she reacted to my touch, my kisses, my nibbles and sucks.

As I lavished affection on her breasts, she fumbled with the fly of my jeans. Good thing too, because I was about ready to burst my buttons. The pants came tumbling off, and my erection bobbed free, swollen, rock-hard and leaking with eagerness. She grinned hungrily.

“So you’re saying you can’t come without having something up your butt?” she asked, “Not at all?”

I nodded solemnly.

“Not even if I gave you a monster blowjob? You wouldn’t be able to get off?”

I nodded again.

Her grin got even bigger, and she grasped my swollen cock in one hand. Her grip was smooth and soft and firm. “I’m really going to enjoy this then!” she said, as she dove in.

I don’t know how long she sucked me, but it was exquisite. Every blowjob I’d ever had before had involved a girl attempting to prove me wrong, to bring me off with the talents of her mouth, a path that could only end in mutual frustration. She approached the matter like a connoisseur, like a gourmet at a buffet, taking her own pleasure in pleasuring me. She kissed and licked and stroked and swallowed me until I was incoherent, begging wordlessly on my back on the bed, my cock sticking straight up, feeling like it was about a yard long. She licked my balls and nibbled my inner thighs and slurped my length up and down before swallowing me entirely, squeezing my ass cheeks hard and drawing her nails up and down my flesh, only to bob up and, still grinning, start all over again.

The one part of my anatomy that could, and would, set me off like a freaking bazooka, she assiduously avoided. She knew it, and I knew it, and so far it made for the best sex I had ever had in my life. And she hadn’t even taken off her skirt yet.

“God you’re amazing!” she said at long last, pulling back and letting me flop wetly in the night air. She peeled off her dark denim skirt. She was wearing bright red lacy string bikini panties. The head of her dick peeked shyly out the waistband. Taking a deep breath, she peeled her panties down, tossing them aside. “God I want you!” she said huskily, her eyes fixed on mine.

***

I really enjoyed giving head, I would have continued a lot longer but I had to admit that I had worked myself into a frenzy.

I stripped at last, and stood in my naked glory and watched in amazement as he took in what I had to offer. I saw something I never expected in his eyes, something I had always craved … intense desire – want. Not just lust, but this sense of “right”. His erection held, his smile had a sweet turn to it.

“You are way out of my league. You should be a model. Shit you are hot… ” he whispered.

Standing on the edge of the bed, I watched him make his way towards me on all fours. I looked down and saw a glistening pearl of pre-cum sitting like a gift on the tip of my painfully erect member. Until this very day I had hated my cock – and then he wrapped his fingers expertly around the base, cradled my under sized balls in his hand and licked the drop off before taking me in. Suddenly, with his tongue on my dick, I felt like I had been blessed.

I felt everything with tantalizing clarity and awareness. His hand now cupping an ass and the other pinching a nipple, I felt my desire mound and build and the moan I heard didn’t seem like my own … Deep lustful hunger. It stopped and I looked down to his smiling face.

“Always wanted to do that … How did I do?” He said grinning playfully.

In response I grabbed his hair and moved his lips back to their business. I felt him chuckle with a mouth full of cock. Was this happening? My heart felt light, my body on fire, my soul free. I was a mutant but one he “digged” and I felt stunning, beautiful and powerful.

“Stop … Please I am going to come ….” He let me pop out like a lollipop. I bent down, pushing him over and lay next to him. For a few languid moments I let myself come down a little, caressing his body, kissing him and enjoying not feeling odd in a mans arms.

He rolled over a moment, and with a gentle kiss, he proceeded to unwrap a condom, and sheath himself, then, he unwrapped another, and left it out for me – for when I was ready. The gesture was tender and almost … Loving.

***

I reached down, gently stroking her cock, fondling her delicate little balls. She looked deeply into my eyes and then smothered me with a kiss full of passion and desire. My own cock strained impatiently inside the condom. Almost there…I’d never actually sucked a cock before. Always been curious about it; never really had the chance. I’m attracted to girls, not guys. Life’s never simple, is it?

As we kissed, I idly stoked her cock, and she petted mine. At long last she broke off the kiss, guided my hand with her own: down past her cock, down below her balls. It was hot and wet and sticky down there. She spread her thighs apart for me.

“You could fuck me now if you want,” she said shyly, “It won’t make me come, but it’ll certainly feel nice.”

Her cock was a little shorter than mine, but noticeably thicker. She was uncircumcised, and the purple head winked at me from beneath the foreskin. She was copiously leaking pre-cum, long sweet sticky clear strands of it. There was a tidily trimmed triangle of pubic hair just above her dick; everything else was neatly shaved or waxed. Just below her delicate little ball sac, in the sandbar space above her crinkled brown asshole, her exquisite little vagina pouted wetly open like a baby tulip. It was perfectly formed and beautiful, lacking only the clit. At the top of the slit, where the clitoris would have been, was the base of her scrotum.

“Be careful of the balls,” she grimaced slightly, “They’re delicate. It’d probably be better if I were on my knees.”

When we got repositioned, she was on all fours on my futon mattress, and I found myself directly behind her, admiring the view. Her dick hung thickly down, her balls dangled loosely. Her little pussy drooled lustfully. She had a beautiful ass, shapely, china-white and smooth. I smacked it once: WHACK, and she wiggled her rear end invitingly. My hand left a red imprint on her butt cheek.

I positioned the end of my cock between her labia, nudged forward. “Oh! Gentle, gentle… I’m kind of small down there… go ahead, just go slow.”

She was hot inside, burning hot and soaking wet. Super tight around my dick, it took a long time for me to get all the way up inside. When I was finally all the way in, it was like my dick was wearing an undersized velvet glove. I wanted more than anything at that moment to fuck the daylights out of her, to come deep in her pussy. But I knew I couldn’t.

“Oh my god that feels good!” she gasped, “Go ahead and fuck me now!”

I did. It felt amazing. My cock was so hard it hurt. She was moaning and weeping, thrusting back to meet my jabs. I wet one finger and slid it up her asshole. The volume of her moans increased. Her butt gripped my finger tightly. Through her flesh, I could feel my dick sliding in and out of her vagina.

“Holy shit!” she growled over her shoulder at me, “You’re amazing! If you so much as touch my dick, I am going to shoot off so hard…!”

I reached around with my free hand to do exactly that, but she stopped me.

“No,” she said, “Not like that. I’d like to do you now… if that’s ok with you?”

It was SO ok with me! I was beyond ready.

***

He pulled out slowly, as if almost regretting. I felt empty yet my own cock was painfully in need of stimulation and my balls screamed for release. If I waited much longer this would turn from pleasure to pain – and not the good kind.

He lay on his back, his dick naked and pointing up at the ceiling. I was a little surprised, having expected him to just come over and take my place. But he didn’t. He leaned over and grabbed the condom, pulling me towards him playfully and eagerly, and with exquisite stroking rolled it tenderly onto my cock, sheathing me.

He cradled my balls lovingly a moment, and then reached over, squirted lube out of the dispenser on the little side table, and applied it to my cock, his own and copiously on his ass.

“You’re thick, so go easy ok?” He said huskily. His voice had dropped to a sexy base. It made me quiver to hear his need in his voice like that. It was beyond sexy.

I nodded. He then leaned back, and pulled his legs up, all the way up. I was left staring not at my usual vantage point of an ass, but at his cock, his balls and his little brown mark, he was presenting himself to me in a most intimate way.

I placed myself between him. My member hovered near his cock. I pressed gently against his anus. He hissed with pleasure and relaxed completely. Oh yes, he was indeed use to this kind of entry.

I looked down, and kissed him. He had put me in the position of control and I felt dominant, and striking. A first. I leaned in a little more. I felt the amazing tight ring of his anus give way, snap open and I sunk in, slow and deep.

“Oh shit shit … Yesssss” was all he could muster. Once inside I leaned in and he released his knees letting my shoulders hold them in place. His hand pinched my nipple as I started my slow and steady in … and … out.

I am not sure how long it took, a minute or an hour. Time was suspended and we were lost in each other. I felt every hair on my body, every nerve ending was alive and humming with desire. My balls stirred, his fingers pinched my nipples harder and harder in a silent crescendo. I knew he was close. I was beyond the point of release. I felt the jism mount the entire length of my member and explode inside the condom buried deep in his tight ass. My coming and the scream of pleasure that came with it pushed him over the edge as my final erratic pumps sent him off as well, squirting his hot juice all over the both of us.

I trembled on my arms, suddenly unable to hold myself up….

***

She collapsed on top of me, gasping for air, her body limp and hot and sweaty, her breasts pressed up against my chest, my cum squooshing stickily between us.

We kissed a little bit, in a tired, affectionate way. There was no discussion: it was already decided- she was going to spend the night in my bed. It just felt right.

A little while later, we woke up enough to dispose of the condoms and to pull a blanket over ourselves. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

At some point in the night, we both woke up again. I was hard once more; she was hard and wet. I went down on her. I held the head of her cock in my mouth and licked it like a popsicle while I fingered her pussy and her asshole until she came. Funny thing, I’ve tasted my own come before and I’m not crazy about it; but the hot, salty, bitter, slippery stuff that she squirted into my mouth was like nectar to me, and I devoured it hungrily, taking every last drop.

She returned the favor, enveloping my penis with her mouth while she fucked my ass deeply with the Nexus Excel, making me howl and moan until I came, my penis captured between her full red lips. Then we fell asleep again, limbs intertwined, bodies pressed wetly against each other, and neither of us stirred until sunrise.

I woke up early, as was my habit. As soon as the pale sunlight streamed through the narrow slit of my bedroom window, I was irrevocably awake. She was still asleep, beautiful and vulnerable and nude, snoring softly next to me. I extracted myself from her arms.

I got a pot of coffee brewing, and set to finishing up neighbor Claudia’s VCR. The capstan bearings were shot. That was an easy fix; getting hold of new bearings was the hard part. I had tried ordering them from a factory in mainland China, but it ended up being easier to mill new ones on my mini lathe.

Just as I was putting the last screws back into the cover plate, there was a soft tap at the front door. I pulled on yesterday’s jeans and answered the knock.

It was Claudia, of course, and she insinuated herself right in before I could make any excuses.

“I’m not coming by too early am I? Oh, awesome, you fixed my VCR! You’re amazing! I don’t know how I can thank you… Listen, I’ve got something else that is broken, I wanted to see if you could fix it.”

She held out a blue dildo, one of those rabbit things that vibrates and rotates and has its own separate clit tickler. “This stopped working on me last night, I wondered if there’s anything you could do…?”

Most likely the motor had burned out, and would need replacing. Either that or a broken solder connection. Either way, a reasonably easy fix.

As I stood there in the kitchen, contemplating the blue sex toy in my hand, Claudia said, “Oh excuse me! I didn’t realize you had company!”

Fuck. The best sex I had ever had in my life, the first woman I had connected with in a long long long time, the first woman I’d ever met who accepted me without question, this beautiful woman who I might very well be falling for, had just emerged from my bedroom wearing one of my t-shirts and (I was fairly sure) nothing else.

The look of shock and startled annoyance on her face slowly changed into a look of surprise and pleasure. “Claudia!?! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since college!”

“I live across the hall… what are YOU doing here?”

We all stared at each other for about seven seconds. Then all three of us burst out in raucous laughter.

 
 
 

 

May 2, 2010 Posted by | anal, Beauty, erotica, Lust, poll, Sensual | , , , , , | 9 Comments

Wishful Thinking – A Dream

He sat back in his chair, took a deep lazy drag of his cigar, tilted his head and let out a thick stream of dense smoke. Staring kindly at the individual sitting across from him, he marvelled at how odd life could be and at the twists and turns along the way. His past had already been peppered with particularly unusual moments. This was one of those moments. He focused on the young man’s words.

“Good luck with her” a tone of bitterness slipping into his youthful voice.
“Luck?” he asked taking another drag and sitting back.
“She’s had two husbands to date – what makes you think you’ll fair better than us?”
“Ah” he nodded.
“Ah? I’d think you arrogant if I had a mind to” the young man replied, a nervous laugh betraying his calm demeanour.
“There is one fundamental difference between us you know” This time he picked up his drink, stared a long time at the amber color before taking a sip.
“Oh really? Care to share?” the young man said with a touch of cynicism.
“Certainly. We make different assumptions.” Setting the tumbler down carefully on the glass patio table he closed his eyes enjoying the warm sun on his face.
“You know what they say about assumptions ….” The young man replied waving his hand in dismissal.
“You assumed she’d stay no matter what”.
“We were married man – was that wrong?”
“Yes”
“Jesus! And you don’t? That’s a tad masochistic isn’t it?”
“I have the bite marks to prove it. But back to the point … It’s not that I think she’ll leave me”
“Oh? Now I’m confused”
“You assumed she’d stay – I assume she’s bored”.
Silence lingered between them with the cigar smoke and smell of whiskey a strong contrast to the heady scent of Lilac in the air.
“Huh” the young man nodded.

He never thought he’d be sitting there sharing a glass of whiskey with her husband – a whiskey brought back from a trip the two of them had enjoyed together in Scotland, sitting in the yard of the house they had called home for over 9 years and more unbelievably, smoking a cigar that this young man had brought back from his last trip to Cuba – for him – the new man in his wife’s life. He had been surprised at the maturity in that gesture. The fellow was 14 years younger and yet had displayed in that instant more spine and understanding then most men twice his age. He had been impressed and gone from not understanding what she had seen in him to deep respect. Something had changed; a tiny door of acceptance had opened and now they both danced around it carefully trying to find out what this meant for either of them.

He had been astonished at how little they had in common. How could one woman love two such utterly opposite men? This young man, apart from playing volleyball, was more into spectator sports – watching hockey, football, formula one and all sorts of TV on top of that, he ate fast food without question, was naturally slim and was younger than her by two years. In contrast he himself was more into actively “doing” the sports, going to the gym, rock climbing, scuba diving and soccer, didn’t even have cable and was what some would consider a health nut where food was concerned. He worked hard at keeping his body fit and was 12 years older than she. Those were just the obvious things seen at the surface. The more you dug the more you could see the differences. They both had thick hair and strong facial lines – other than that … the only thing they had in common – was her.

As if summoned by his thoughts she appeared form the kitchen with an empty tray and walked over. Her hair recently cut short still surprised him, and he read the same thought on her husbands face. She’d had it long for nearly 20 years. She nervously shifted from one foot to the other – clearing the empty glasses off the table, unintentionally letting the sun backlight her and showing off her long legs under her cotton summer dress. The young mans gaze looked straight into his own. Unintentionally? They both grinned and chuckled … no perhaps not.

Her time had come to leave the house, collecting the last little bits that were her own; she came back from dropping a small bag of things in the trunk of the car parked on the interlock driveway she had installed herself, so many years ago. The house having sold at last she collected the last of her things. Her husband was taking the week to sort himself out before the new owners moved in.

Walking to the car, he sat in the driver’s seat and watched her from a distance. The front door was open and he saw her hand sliding lovingly along the solid oak banister, her eyes filling up with tears in a final farewell to a house she had renovated lovingly for over 10 years. She had put her soul into the place and letting go had been tough. She stood on the front porch – and looking her husband in the eye she simply said “I am sorry”. He shrugged. An awkward moment followed and then he grabbed her, held her tight, hugged her. They cried a moment and then he let her go. Walking ahead of her to the car he popped his head in the open passenger window.

“Take care of her you hear me?”
“I will”
“I am dead serious man – you hurt her ….”
“She’s more likely to hurt me …”
He started laughing and stepped away opening the door for her. The door slammed shut. This was it. It really was over and they both knew it. Divorce papers would follow in time. It was now up to them to decide if they wanted to remain friends or just let the other disappear and become a pleasant memory of their past. Observing the young man he barely knew, he sincerely hoped they’d remain friends.

Driving along the back roads, he looked at her from time to time. She was uncharacteristically silent. He wasn’t certain if she was sad or what emotion was flowing through her. She neither laughed nor cried. That worried him. She was the type to wear her feelings on her face. But he remained quiet. He was there if she needed him. Her hand slide onto his thigh and squeezed it as if she’d read his mind. He looked at her again, and saw the faintest of smiles.

He spontaneously decided to take them for a country drive and for an hour he let the road take them where it would. She remained quiet just looking out the window. Spring was nearly over; the ground littered with the carpet of petals from fruit trees and the blush of early spring green being replaced by the darker hues of summer. They past a lake sparkling like a diamond in the sun with its surface shimmering and nearly blinding him. The deep, dark indigo water still looked frigid as a lone canoe punctured the tableau with its fresh vibrant red markings. He looped the car around and found a spot to park. Opening the windows, they looked at nature’s masterpiece in silence breathing in the fragrant breeze.

Her hand then wondered a little. His cock shifted slightly. He tried not to let it rise. But it did. It wasn’t appropriate but ….

Suddenly she was practically in his lap. Her lips on his, her hands pulling at his clothing and he was so startled he couldn’t respond. She pressed on, holding his hand to her breast. She let out a deep sigh when his fingers dug deeply into the soft pillows. Feeling like a teenager at a make-out point, he threw himself into the same spring fevered frenzy she was displaying. Clothing came off haphazardly, gear shift dug in all the wrong places but somehow, they found a way and she straddled him in the front seat and let him slide deeply into her crying cunt. The pressing need, hurried hunger and speed did not relent. The push for orgasm, the drive to feel alive, all continued in wild abandon as each reached higher and higher towards that one moment when – at last – she screamed her pain, her agony, her sense of loss and cried with tears of joy at the new beginning erupting within her, within her life, within her soul.

Panting, they sat there letting their heart beats slow and the sweat cool. He kissed her on the forehead and gently pulled an errand curl from her forehead. Cupping her face in both his hands, he kissed her lightly – then deeply. Not letting her go he asked gently…

“You alright now?”

She kissed him back, a wide smile on her lips and nodded before snuggling into his neck to her favourite “sweet” spot. He held her and grinned to himself. Never a dull moment.

March 24, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Outdoors | , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Real World be Damned

What a horrid day. She walked the cold streets leading to her loft tired and beaten, feeling like it would have been best if she’d just stayed home, preferably in bed, and avoided the real world altogether.

Her boss had “lost it” in frustration over a project that had been stonewalled for political reasons and decided to take it out on her bandying about statements like “I can’t do everything you know” and “I am surrounded by idiots!” making her feel like she wasn’t pulling her weight, when she knew perfectly well she was. She had spent the day tip toeing around trying to either avoid him, or in some cases just deliver early on some smaller projects just to prove him wrong. In the end all she had managed to do was exhaust herself.

Then, the ex called and made a statement along the lines of them not seeing each other enough. Adding that he wanted to discuss where their relationship was going. A part of her didn’t understand the statement at all. No time to talk about us … what us? She had moved on and it was relatively obvious that they were headed for divorce. She couldn’t understand why this needed further discussion but hated that there was some veiled passive aggressive attempt to making her feel guilty. She had wondered if perhaps a lawyer might need to get involved sooner rather than later. She felt a pang of insensitivity towards the entire state of affairs. In all fairness to the man, he’d not seen this coming. That in itself was a massive issue between them, he had felt side swiped and she did regret that. She was also angry that he hadn’t heard her all those years when things could still be saved. Yes, she hated the entire thing. Good or bad – a loss was a loss. It was painful. For both of them.

As if that wasn’t enough, a cousin decided to finally vent a frustration that had been building up for years. The perspective had been totally different from hers. Although she could admit to some of the faults he had found in her behavior, his statements were over arching and unfair, so much so that she had fought back tears. Why did people feel that it was ok to vent via e-mail during work hours?

But who was she kidding? She’d done the same thing so many times. She supposed it was the entire captive audience approach. She made a mental note not to conduct herself that way in the future, as she kicked off her high heels and walked into the loft. Leaving behind her a trail of work garb she finally flopped down on the bed, indulging in a little self pity.

She had texted her Love to let him know. Giving him her emotional reaction as each event occurred. She felt terrible disturbing him. His high profile job was hard enough on him without some emotional girlfriend interrupting his day. Yet, she knew he’d be more offended if she didn’t. He had simply replied that she was obviously having a bad day, and that he was there for her if she needed him, for as long as she needed him. Wonderfully he did not offer to “fix” anything – only to be there – her strong shoulder to lean on. He had called to re-enforce the sentiment verbally and had met up with her for an afternoon coffee so she could vent a little.

She smiled. She admitted to herself that she did need him. Yes, she needed him and that was alright. She wasn‘t going to pretend to be tougher than she was. She wasn‘t going to pull some “feminist“ move and try dealing with it all on her own. No. She waited patiently for him to arrive, knowing that the moment his arms wrapped around her she’d feel safe and loved once again. She knew she had her failings, but somehow, his ability to see her faults and abnormalities as intriguing made life all the sweeter. She was strong, but with him she could break down, cry if need be and let her emotions loose. He was her safe haven.

She heard his unique footsteps in the hallway before the metal click of the keys in the door. Quietly he entered and put his things down, removed his shoes and without further delay came to find her on the bed. His face appropriately somber, he sat next to her and put his hand on hers. The floodgates opened and tears took over. Scooping her up like a child in his arms, he held her then. With him, and him alone, she wasn’t embarrassed to cry.

“Let it out love” were the only words he ushered. She did. After what seemed like forever but was likely only a few minutes he playfully swatted her bare ass.

“Now … what shall I make us for dinner – you hungry?”

She smiled. Damn she was lucky. He had likely had a long and grueling day – yet he was going to make them dinner and he had this habit of going about doing that in just his jeans or nothing at all. A habit she had no intention of breaking him from.

He started stripping off his work clothes. She stared at his body. The contours so familiar to her. Things about him she found unique and pleasing to her personal sense of esthetics. Not to mention comforting. He went to pull on his jeans when a whimper escaped her lips. He froze and looked at her … All she could do was, in a child like gesture, put out both arms and open and close her fists in a “I want I want” motion. He laughed and tossing his jeans aside, launched himself onto the bed with her.

She giggled as he tickled her, and his hands started their magnetic dance.

“That’s my resilient girl” he said with affection a half laugh still caught in his throat. One hand found a soft spot and the other tickled her side catching her in two places, one melting into him, the other squealing. Caught between woman and child.

His mouth silenced her. His soft and lush lips an unfailing pacifier. His hand lightly smoothed across the curves of her ass, and brought his fingers into hungry contact with the already flowing juices of her lower lips. She gasped and held his cock tightly as he kissed her neck. Her clit stood at attention, and he lightly pinched it.

She pushed forward driving her crotch against his cock, trying to mount the high-reaching shaft. She wanted to get lost, escape from it all, have her world reduced to this one space, filled with only him, and their intimacy. To have her universe pin pointed to one small spot of pure pleasure.

He pushed his cock-head into her slippery cunt. At first the hole resisted, then responded to give way, her body became erratic and started to wiggle under the pleasurable fill of his manhood. The wild abandon continued with feverish elevations until her legs tightened, she gasped for air, her fingers dug deeply into his flesh, pulling and urging his ass and thus him in deeper. Her cunt began to grip and spasm along the length of his driving hardness.

The feeling was more than he could handle, the burden of his semen threatened to pump out into the channels. He moaned as his deeply-imbedded cock grew hotter and finally they met, in a frenzy of mutually pleasurable climaxes.

A light grin on her face, she watched him clean up the “mess” and finally pull on his jeans. She felt better and was ready to dose off when her tummy grumbled in a most un-lady like way.

“So about dinner…”

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March 21, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

Flights of Fancy

Dreams: Are they something we create in some uncharted section of our brain or is it another reality we are living. Is it possible that we live more than one life at the same time? Why do some dreams feel so real and others do no? Is it because one is reality and the other is just a misfiring synapse? Do YOU ever dream … of flying?

“There you are” the words that always greet me. He is sitting on a large bolder incongruently lodged on what looks like big, white, cotton candy clouds. There is no ground, no dirt or soil that I can tell, yet there are rocks, trees, flowers and other greenery. I feel a little disoriented but soon focus.  I’m not in Kansas anymore Toto …

I first notice his eyes. Dark brown with amber rings that gaze straight at my core. A thousand messages told in a look, a history, a partnership. He sees all of me. Then, I notice his wings. They are large, massive yet fluid and wrapped like a protective cloak around his lithe body. Difficult to tell the difference between our genders, yet I feel his distinctive masculine presence. His feathers are gold and silver with bright red tips as if the apex of every single feather was burning with the red flame of a mature fire.

I look down, a little startled, to see my own feathers wrapped around my long and slender figure. Bright magenta with teal tips, the rachis made of fine opal like keratin. A part of my brain is in awe and pleased at how beautiful they are. I flex and open them, several feet long and heavy, each wing is in length my own body’s height. A cold rush flows over my suddenly exposed, very nude and shockingly slender body. The wind is picking up as the light shifts a little towards dusk. Faster, cooler as if the northern airstream too wants to play.

My lover, for his gaze tells me he is, extends his hand out to me in invitation. I watch him, as his knees bend, his energy seemingly congregating in his center, the very tip of his wings, flutter and with a sudden expansion of wing span he jets off straight into the bright blue sky. Stunned I watch as he slows and then starts to circle like a Wandering Albatross. I hear him in my mind. “I am waiting love come and dance with me…” A large grin spreads across my face.

I bend my own knees, with the certainty of an action practiced a thousand times, I center my energy in my gut, flex my wings out, the tips taste the wind and reminiscent of a nuclear explosion I detonate towards the heavens. The cold air hits me like an ice bath, every cell on my skins surface tingles, the tears in my eyes are from both wind-chill and joy as a sense of absolute freedom overtakes my consciousness. I am delirious with glee and laugh with the abandon of a child at play. What seems like hours and only minutes is stopped as a warm hand startles me and pulls me. At first a little annoyed for the interruption, I realized that there is only so far I can go on my own. The rest of the heavens await, a world of infinite space, but it takes two for access. I am uncertain as to why, but I know this truth.

 Abandoning myself to the moment, my lover positions himself  below me and turning up facing me, his eyes fierce yet tender, he wraps his wings around us, as I fold my own, against my back. We do not plummet but hover at that altitude. The calm is so total it’s eerie. His warmth is akin to placing frost bitten fingers in warm water; wonderful yet painful all at once. I lose my ability to differentiate up from down. North, South, East or West all directions seem the same. The only center of focus is my lovers amber ringed eyes. I look deep into them. I sense his body closer; our skin is merging, as if literally becoming one. Moments pass and his mind and mine are joined in perfect harmony as are our palms, chests and pelvic region. A warm sensation tingles and the walls of my cunt press down and to my delight, the kegal movement reveals his presence inside me. There is no back and forth, no rocking, gyrating, no humping- nothing that base – yet the heat, vibration and intensity of the joining has me flushed. A sensation similar to orgasm is tickling every nerve ending.

His mouth, with full and tender lips, closes the last gap between us, for a moment we breathe each other in and out. It’s as if his member has spread like tentacles across my entire inner being, caressing the back of my kidney, spine, heart and nipples from within, moving around and pressing every erogenous zone from inside and outside my body simultaneously.

 We remain, palm to palm, pelvis to pelvis, his wings wrapping us in a glorious cocoon of feathers. I am drunk on the breath of him. His essence impregnating every molecule, I know not where he ends and I begin and as his mouth, deliciously closes on mine, the sweet and tender taste of his moist tongue flickering against the back of my teeth, I feel us shift. I kiss him in earnest, our lips never parting I throw myself at him, in him, one with the universe our energies meld. The sound of wings and blood surging resonates in my ears, my clit is gorged, my body trembling, and I hear his voice like a sweet love song, a serenade in my mind behind my eyes, in my internal ear. I echo it back and tears start to fall. Hurricanes have less intensity than the tsunami of orgasm that threatens to shred our very essence. Lips part and as we scream our pain and pleasure we shoot out and beyond the pale blue sky into the eternal darkness of space. For a moment we are like two satellites in a deadly tango above the white, blue and green world. We hover, just as the orgasm ends. I feel him shudder within.

His wings wrapped tightly so long open suddenly to fold behind his back. I open mine and wrap him then, holding him, cradling him and keeping us united as one. Our lips reconnect, we kiss softly and tender. My hands find his flesh and I caress him. His find my physical self and the intoxication of his touch spins my mind around again and again. In sweet denouement we slowly plummet back. I close my eyes and fall without fear. My heart lurches a moment as we pierce the white clouds in entry, and I cry as I hear him whisper in my mind “until next time my heart” …. He lets go.

The feeling of loneliness is so intense I scream. I awaken.

Looking  up I see brown eyes with amber rims looking at me; warm flesh and a heart beating beneath my palm. “There you are…” he says …I grin as I place my ear against his chest, listen to his heart beat and breathe in his human scent. He smells of sex.

February 25, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors | , , , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

Let’s Play…

Many moons ago, one of my readers asked me what she could do for “fun” with her long distance boyfriend. I suggested writing an erotic story back and forth between them – using e-mail or even texting. I wrote this to illustrate. The story flips from my perspective to his (thank you for  playing).

The real fun in this activity is the utter surprise … where will the story go?!

Hope you enjoy the process as much as I did and perhaps feel inspired to do the same. Let me know! and maybe share!

(The idea came from the collaboration between two of my favorite writers/bloggers you can read that here)

***

Enjoying the first beautiful days of summer we walked the streets for some outdoor cafe to sit at and have some lunch.

I am potentially over dressed. Then again, I am of the firm belief that a woman can never be too classy. There’s just no excuse for bad taste and no way out of the predicament, so you are best not to ever go there. Know exactly how dressed up, or dressed funky, you can get away with at any given time.

I push the limits. I am a bad girl that way. Panties are oft forgotten. He likes me accessible. If panties are worn, they are most likely thongs and announced to friends at completely inappropriate times – it‘s my one gauche habit. I just don’t go quietly, but He knows that and loves the challenge.

Leaning over towards me at the tiny table we occupy along the street, His hand goes up my thigh hidden only by my pencil skirt and table-cloth, reaches my intimate self and lets his fingers play along my glossy engorged slit. I might drown him, and I try to effortlessly spread my thighs to give him better access. He grinds his palm against my clit, his fingers finding their way through my folds and into my body. I lean my head back in pre-orgasmic lust.

He motions with his head to have me go down. I descend under the table to suckle and gorge on my pre-lunch delight.

*

I could hear the nearby diners gasp, just as I did, when my beloved’s lips wrapped around my shaft. She’d unzipped me and told me in no uncertain terms that she was going to suck me – and I had no doubt she meant it. There was the sound of her slurping, my moans and the waitress stuttering as she took the adjacent table’s order. I only vaguely heard it all as I treasured the way my love took me deeply, using her tongue expertly on the underside of my cock and tickling my balls with it when my shaft head reached the back of her throat. We fit so perfectly. I knew … we both knew… I wouldn’t last long.

An attractive couple at the next table could not take their eyes off us and were obviously pleased with our antics. I lifted the table-cloth carefully to give them, and only them, a better view. My fingers in her hair, I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her hands cradling my balls. My toes curled in my shoes and I gritted my teeth, while she sucked me in a final time.

Our neighboring diners sat up in their chairs, as if they had orgasms themselves, and they spoke to each other in hushed voices. I looked at them and acknowledged their reactions; approval or disapproval depending on the individual. It was fascinating to see who was in fact offended and who was not. Not to mention those with flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, that feigned disapproval out of fear of judgment.

No one had actually “seen” anything and for all they knew it was just an act for some hidden camera; but as she cleaned me up, I took my wallet from my coat pocket and called for the waitress to settle the bill. She came quickly, without making eye contact.

My beloved took her seat, and another sip of her wine, I paid the bill before standing to leave. I should have put away my cock first, but I forgot and a few shocked faces told me they had gotten a good look at my glistening shaft before I finally tucked it away. Now we really did have to leave.

Where should we go for dessert?

*

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see the attractive blond and her equally blond partner looking at me a question on her lips. His arm encircled my waist in a protective manner, but still relaxed, Just setting boundaries. I giggle internally. Precious man had nothing to worry about and he knew it. He just wanted others to know it as well.

A surprisingly sultry voice emanated from the petite blonds lips as she asked us if we’d care to join them for a drink and perhaps some sweets at their place not to too far. I turn to my man, a grin on my face and an eyebrow raised in askance but leaving the decision up to him. He’d talked about this more than once – the opportunity was ideal. The couple was attractive and eager and my mood was naughty very, very naughty. Was He all talk?

His hand slid from my waist to below my skirt and squeezed my ass …. He leaned into my ear and whispered:

*

…. Let’s play.

She needed no greater invitation and accepted the offer for both of us. I always knew that given the right opportunity, and mood, our fantasy would come to fruition. I immediately began to wonder what we would do, what our new friends would like to share with us. I wondered what this woman, whose name I soon learned was Helene, would taste like and if she was hairless like my love. I felt a new stir in my loins. I wondered how much my beloved would enjoy the look on my face as I watched another man enter her from behind. Of course, for all I knew, this couple only wanted to return the favor and let us watch them together. The possibilities were endless, and the short five-minute walk to their loft seemed to take an hour.

By the time we reached their front step, my cock was standing at attention once again. As we were about to walk in the door, I stopped and pulled my love to me. “No turning back from here. Are you sure?” I needn’t have asked of course. She playfully squeezed my member through my pants, and led me inside, “I’m still hungry… ”

*
The door opened and the rather quiet couple led us inside. It was a modern, minimalist space. Everything was bare with the exception of an overlarge black and white, erotic photograph adorning only the far wall. All the furniture was white. In fact everything was white. The space would have felt clinical if it wasn’t for the impressive and welcoming centerpiece.

In the middle of the room was a massive, circular, sunken in couch. I wasn’t sure if it was a couch or bed. We soon found out that the rich velour, in shades of heather grey, was both. Sven and Helene poured us some drinks and we settled. There was really nothing to talk about; chit chat was not our reason d’être in their intimate space.

Still – I waited for our hosts to lead. Not certain of what they actually had in mind. In boredom, His hand was slowly gliding up my thigh, I was still wet and the tedium of the uncertainty of our hosts was starting to grate. I leaned over and straddle Him. He smiled up at me and slowly raised my skirt knowing this would afford our hosts a view of my ass, thong and in time, his erect penis. He hoped the visual would inspire action.

I heard a hiss of approval from behind yet was still startled when I felt a strong hand cupping a breast and a foreign set of lips on the back of my neck. Brushing my hair out of the way, I looked over my right shoulder and saw Helene on the other end of the “couch”, her legs parted, and her hand between her thighs enjoying the view of the ménage a trois before her. I motioned for her to come closer and she shuffled until she was in arms reach of Him. I looked at Him lovingly, as I felt the hands of a stranger unbutton and pull off my top, my eyes never looking away from His.

His cock was straining making Him uncomfortable, so I reach down to unzip him and let his member go free. His one hand on my free breast still cupped in my black lace bras and the other hand down the white skimpy cotton boy shorts of Helene. He seemed quite happy with his lot.

*

It never ceased to amaze me the abandon she could display. Her curvaceous body soft in all the right places was a sight. I watched Sven unclasp her bra, and as the black lace was scattered her glorious mounds revealed themselves to me. I watched with some envy, his callused hands touch them – eagerly plying the soft flesh. Her eyes closed.

I was grateful for Sven’s total silence. It allowed me to think of him as an accessory and not a real person kissing my beloveds neck and touching her so intimately. Helene was another matter. Her soft and voluptuous moans were like a sexy soundtrack in the background and I stole a look at her.

She was petite in every way and her tiny frame looked fragile in her nudity and enjoyment. The play of my fingers somehow made her seem vulnerable. Flat chested and a little skinny she had a fire in her that belied her small stature. Yet, there was emptiness there in her eyes that also frightened me a little. In fact there was something empty about Sven too as if he was acting and not really fully present. This play was filling a void for these two and the thought of that made me almost lose my erection as a wave of pity threatened to take over.

*

I saw a shift in Him. He was over thinking this and I jerked his member up a little too hard. His eyes snapped back to mine. I grinned. He grinned back. I wasn’t going to let Him fuck up this opportunity with His tendency to over analyze everything. I needed Him to join me in living in this moment.

Sven’s hands were magic and yet I was only vaguely aware of him. I gave him the same amount of attention I would a vibrator on my bed. I could hear Helene’s sounds of sweet pleasure and it reminded me of having a porno on the TV in the background. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that I wanted – was Him.

I lifted my ass up only enough to pull away the fabric of my thong to the side. Lowering down to impale myself, I hovered for a few exquisite moments letting the heat of my cunt tease Him. His head leaned back and I saw Him enjoy in his mind first, what his body knew was about to happened. His member stirred and using his pelvic muscles, his cock reached up a little more tickling the entry of my pussy. It was too much. I sat in his lap, taking him in.

*
The feeling of her cunt stretching to take all of me, the warm heat surrounding my cock in the moist and powerful recesses of her womb was a feeling I was totally and utterly addicted too. It was the one place I could lose myself in totality.

I felt the rise and drop of her hips on mine and for a moment I held my breath afraid I would come too soon. Luckily, my attention was diverted to Helene moving in towards my beloved, raising herself on her knees on the couch next to her and kissing her with passion and viciously pinching her own nipples. She then went to kiss Sven and back to my dearest … back and forth.

Feeling too much like an observer, my hand slid back between Helene’s thighs and found her engorged and slick clit. She wiggled her tiny ass in pleasure as I continued to finger her with one thumb inside the entrance of her cunt and the other four making a come-hither motion teasing her poor pearl. She moaned her ecstasy into my beloved’s mouth.

*
I was hazily aware of Sven’s body behind me, of a woman’s lips on mine of hands on my breast and painful tugs at my nipples, of a hard member making its way between my ass.  I was lost in a sea of touch, smell and sound. In sweet torment my body rose and fell with the ebb and flow of my dance partners.

*

I sensed Sven trying to part my knees in order to make his claim on the soft curves of my love’s gloriously round and perky derriere. I read her body language and knew that she was far gone in her pleasure and would be willing. I parted my knees enough to give him access without him ejecting me. No. That was my prize and mine alone and he would never lay claim there. In that way she was mine; only mine.

With the aid of lubrication, he slid inside her, tentative and a little clumsy but soon found a rhythm that allowed him to penetrate her, without ruining her rhythm of pleasing me. And so, long languid minutes of pleasure began for us all.

Surprisingly Helene was the first to come. She did so gloriously all over my fingers. Her back flushed prettily with waves of crimson as she locked lips with my Love for support and her hand found Sven’s and squeezed it possessively. Sven followed moments later making the first real sound that evening as he jerked upward and released himself into the condom inside my beloved’s ass.

*

I was under attack. My body assaulted with pleasure in every way. My mouth was full of tongue and luscious lips; my gut filled with a tentative but relentless thrust and my cunt was filled gloriously by Him. I opened my eyes and found His. Our love was nothing to be toyed with and my heart gave way as I saw Him there, loving me. I felt myself cross the threshold then.

I felt and heard our play mates come. Sven’s hand gripped at my chest and right then I mouthed “Come with me” to Him. With that, I sat down harshly in his lap forcing him to fill me to the deepest and darkest recesses of my inner self. His jism hit the walls and flooded me as the Tsunami of torrential orgasmic force rocked though my body.

We collapsed.

***

Months passed before we returned to the restaurant, not thinking about our adventure until we saw Helene and Sven sitting at the little table for two in the corner. We nodded in greeting and Helene flashed us a large, happy smile as Sven blushed furiously.

Moments later her tiny frame and sensual perfume filled our space. Helen’s blond hair hung carelessly in her face and she brushed bread crumbs off her tweed pants. She handed us a postcard size invitation and said: “Hope you can make it” in a voice oozing with promise, before pushing Sven out the door, into the cold before her.

*

I grabbed the invitation out of His hands curious to see what it said. It didn’t hold much information other than a date, time and place. I was intrigued and presented it to Him to read. What could this be? Another rendezvous?

*

I looked at the information displayed in the center of a large, heather grey dot in the middle of a pure white postcard. I smiled at the mirroring of the quiet couple’s intimate space. I couldn’t help but wonder what had come first, the living space or the logo?

I looked up at my love an eyebrow raised. Did she want to go? Her smile told me all I needed to know. It seems she was still hungry.

*

Two evenings later found us standing in front of the address wondering if we had it wrong. We double checked our card and confirmed with a passerby. This was it. Not wanting to stand out in the snow much longer, I grabbed His hand and went inside, drawn by the faces of all the “pretty people” and the sound of laughter and the notes of soft blues.

As we walked in we were handed a glass of champagne each, while a young and pretty thing took our coats. My eyes were wide with wonder at the work displayed in the art gallery. The most beautiful erotic scenes unveiled before me. Photographs I could get lost in for hours given half a chance. They were marvels of photography. The details vivid enough to make even the most adventurous amongst us blush.

His hand squeezed mine and I looked at Him to find Him pointing in a direction with an upward nod of His chin. I looked up and saw the focal point of the room and masterpiece of the collection.

On the only wall with color, that same heather grey in an otherwise sea of white washed walls was a massive nine by eight foot photograph.

I almost dropped my glass. 

The room went silent in my head.

All I heard was a sultry voice say:

“I hope you don’t mind”.

 

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February 14, 2010 Posted by | anal, Beauty, erotica, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Montecristo

Storry was removed – to be published in Oyster’s and Chocolate – August 2010!!

February 9, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Sensual, temptation | , , , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

“What are you doing missy?”

He stood there, his unruly hair kept off his face with a Buff, his lean and muscular upper body exposed looking very much like one of his own studies in human anatomy. She licked her lips and shivered a little as she squeezed her vaginal walls together.

She sighed again.

He had only recently started tapping into his artistic side; long dormant in pursuit of a noble career. Meeting her had changed a few things in his life, including this awakening to art. She wondered who was really more surprised at this development. Likely she was. The first time she had glanced at a charcoal sketch of his her breath had caught in her throat. A sense of pride had filled her as she realised that his artistic inclination wasn’t just something to do as a hobby but, something he was actually gifted enough to do in earnest. He was still and always cautious and couldn’t quite believe himself an artist, but his spirit had already changed. His hair had grown a little, he no longer wore the “full suit’ to the office 5 days a week and she noticed that he had started shaving only every other day. He wasn’t slovenly – that he would never become, but there was a relaxation within him she was pleased to witness. It balanced him off nicely. His own trinity: the athlete, the executive and the artist.

They had talked of learning how to dance the Argentinean Tango. He had mentioned wanting to learn how to play classical guitar. They had started a blog together to talk about living well and healthy lives. But it was painting that had in fact manifested itself fully. It was painting that had tapped into his emotional, creative and spiritual being. She used words to paint an image, he used oils and acrylics.

She watched him now; his fingers full of gooey paint, his knife being brandished like a knight’s sword or surgeon’s scalpel on his canvas. The thick paint was changing colors, taking on contours and shadows. The textures changing from smooth ridges to hard edges depending on the mood. The focus was always the human form, more often than not the female soft curves over took the massive canvas. He painted larger than life, bold and vibrant, a crazy cross between art deco and comic strips. His was a wonderfully strange and modern vision.

She was almost jealous of the way he focused on his art. He disappeared inside his creative bubble almost oblivious to her, the loft, and the music in the air with its slightly tribal beat.

She licked her lips again.

Closing her eyes, she let her hand disappear in her lace panties. Tasting the paint on her lips she melded into the canvas in his mind. Unnervingly she felt them, his strong and powerful hands not just caressing her body, but molding it to his pleasing. His hand rushing up her thigh, the knife slicing away another inch off her hips and his fingers gently adding it back. Her shoulder raised, her breasts protruding outwards, his fingers smudging her nipple, the blade bringing it back – hard, harsh then fingers smoothing it out … feminine.

His breath on her canvas skin shivering. Her abs one moment smooth the next more athletic, then some wonderful place in-between. She was his vision being born out of her own flesh. She was his desire burning, growing inside her own belly. Slow and reverently, fingers between her thighs. Darkness there. Mystery. A brush, a sweep … her clit gorged and proud begging, asking for more attention ….large sweeping fingers, paint filling holes, her body arching to meet his touch, the multicolored lubricant letting his hands sweep and fall in all the correct nooks and crannies. She moans. The thick wooden handle of the knife slips against her cunt; there it wants to disappear in the darkness. It slows, it halts. Then harshly up it spreads her apart – to discover an internal canvas a new blank space to discover to fill. She aches for his warmth, his touch and he fills her , a hot aching need to be alive and explodes with a white flash to paint the inside of her.

A sensual voice floats to her ears …. “What are you doing missy?”

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February 4, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Scandinavian Spa

“The concept requires alternating hot, cold and relaxation periods. First warm up your body by taking a Finnish sauna or steam bath for 10 to 15 minutes; this will open up your pores and toxins can be evacuated through sweat. Then, quickly cool off by submerging yourself under the Nordic waterfall or in one of our cold or temperate pools; this step will help rinse off toxins and tighten up the pores of your skin. Finally, complete the process with a calming period by sitting peacefully for another 10 to 15 minutes in one of our indoor or outdoor relaxation areas. This step will allow your system to find its normal rhythm. To fully take advantage of the beneficial effects of such an activity, we recommend that you repeat these steps 3 to 4 times in a row, at your own pace, and top off the experience by relaxing your muscles in our outdoor hot tub.
The benefits of Nordic baths are numerous. Additionally to providing a total sense of well being and relaxation, this activity allows the body to eliminate toxins, relax the muscles, improve the quality of sleep, stimulates the mechanisms of the immune system and contributes to overall oxygenation. All in all, this experience provides an opportunity to purify oneself, both physically and spiritually.”
 

 

Hmmmm sounds good to me.

11:15 a.m. The day is ideal, cool crisp and the sun coming and going ensures that neither one of us will get a sunburn, especially her with her fair skin. We check in and get our bottles of water, locker “magnetic key” bracelet and big fluffy robes and towels.

11:25 a.m. The locker room is large and spacious and packed with amenities like hairdryers, shampoos, conditioners and body lotions. Change stalls are available for the more prudish and large long benches with ample space to sprawl your belongings for those like me happy to prance around in glorious nudity. Showers are clean and the tiny little glass tiles give them the appearance of a big shiny opal.

I strip and fold my things neatly into a locker. Pull on my bikini; weave my hair into two neat little braids to keep my long locks out of my face. I pull on the rob, grab my towel, plop the water bottle into my pocket, slip on my flip flops and make my way out to the glorious summer day and handsome companion.

11:40 a.m. She walks out of the locker room and my heart implodes in my chest. I love how versatile she is. One moment all outdoorsy ready to zip line, bike or bungee jump, the next girly in high heels and summer dresses ready for a play or ballet … but this is how I love her best. Not a trace of makeup, her breasts obscenely stretching the fabric of her bikini top, her little braids reminding me of my childhood cowboy and Indian story books. She’s got curves with strong muscles underneath. She’s beautiful.

11:50 a.m. I let her know that I am hungry and we make our way to the restaurant and share a light meal. The food very healthy and filling without making us feel like a mountain of bricks has landed suddenly in our guts.

12:15 p.m. We find a lounge area in the sun and let our meal settle. We enjoy the quiet. No one is allowed to talk. The silence is truly golden. I let my eyes close.

Now and then I open them to admire the contour of his fit and handsome body. It’s funny how you can know a person for months and suddenly see something new. In the sun, I notice the smile lines near his eyes. The upward sweep makes him seem happy even in the relaxed pose. His hair falling from his face always seems so dark, but in the sun I discern a slight red undertone I had not distinguished before.

“You ready?” your voice catches me off guard I am so lost in my observations … your smile tells me you’d noticed.

12:45 p.m. It’s hot. We have walked into the Turkish bath and its wall of eucalyptus steam. The hot and heavy air making her cough a little as her lungs adjusted and she settled next to me on the bench.

The décor is stunning. The room is a large oval shape with three tiers of steps that double as the benches where only 3 others have perched themselves. I pull my love by the hand behind me and move us to the top where we settle near a window looking out onto the woods. She’s claustrophobic and I know this is the best way for her to relax in this box. For a moment I try and figure out how the steam is kept from fogging up the glass on the window pane.

My thinking is interrupted as the sun comes out and I see her caught in its beam. My breath is knocked out of me I stare in disbelief. With the sudden sunlight, the tiles in the Turkish Bath create the illusion of moving water as the steam shifts and dissipates and is then re-launched into the small space after the massive glass door “suctions cups” shut.
 
My lover leans against the window and the light makes her seem … other worldly. The tiny water beads over her delicate skin seem like a thousand little diamonds. Her big eyes open and stare at me staring at her and I wonder what she sees. I can’t resist and I lean in and kiss her. I touch her; caress her in the oppressive heat. Her smile and sigh a reward beyond hope.

1:00 p.m. “I need air” I manage to whisper without coughing. He nods in agreement, although I am reluctant to let his fingers slide away from the inside of my thighs. His caress had been getting more and more intimate and my body is tingling from top to bottom with desire. I had enjoyed the privacy the steam provided but the closed space and thick air was beginning to make me feel crushed. It was time to get out before a sudden desire to scream took over.

We step outside and the summer day seems almost cool. But not as cold as what is facing us.

Roaring before our eyes is a waterfall. Not massive in size but impressive in power. My handsome and fearless man wades right into the water and stands under the thumping weight of the ice cold “shower”. His grin tells me all I need to know. It’s cold. More than cold it’s freezing, sub zero, should be solid ice, cold. I cringe. I hate the cold.

Grabbing my courage by the horns and wrestling with it I walk into the pool and drop to below the water level and try to count to 10. I can’t do it … by 8 I am walking out and shivering.

He laughs and starts to reach for me to pull me under the gushing water; I manage to just slip away avoiding the cruel and unusual punishment he had in store for me. Instead he follows me to the relaxation area.

1:15 p.m. I see the large Fat Boy for two and can’t resist. My Love is wrapped in her robe trying to ward off the feeling of cold that has crept into her bones. I, on the other hand, love it. My skin tingles and I feel so alive! I just want to nuzzle her and touch her. Those bean bags look perfect for that.

We settle and I am pleased at how comfortable they are. Nothing like the lumps of synthetic fabric of old, these are heavy duty and stay up and support. We cuddle in the center, legs entangled, with her head on my chest. Her little cold nose is buried between my pecks as she tries to recover from the ice bath. Her hands have made their way to my swim trunks and I feel the delicate play of her fingertips down on my cock head.

There’s no way I can stand up now. I hear her giggle as if she’d heard my thought. I look down and see the playful radiance all over her. Oh damn … I’m in trouble. God I want her so badly … her fingers are ummm …. warming up.
 

1:30 p.m. Our robes are providing some privacy from onlookers. I can feel the sudden surge in his trunks under my playful tease. I giggle a moment thinking of the Seinfeld episode the words “shrinkage” echoing in my head. There doesn’t seem to be a problem here anymore.

An older couple walks by and the lady looks at me knowingly I flash a smile back and she walks away, a prudish stance in her step. I wonder when was the last time a lover took her passionately and made her body rejoice with life. I hope that’s never me. I snuggle into my love. My hand now firmly wrapped around his hot warmth. We sigh. And surprisingly … dose.

2:00 p.m. We’ve slept a little past our next round. But the deep relaxation beginning to enter my body tells me this is all just too perfect. I lean into my sweetheart’s ears and whisper as quietly as I can. She nods and we move on.

The sauna waits.

The room is large. A massive floor to ceiling window overlooking the baths makes this sauna a bright and pleasant space. I see her shoulders relax as the heat warms her up finally and the smell of warm wood fills our noses.

She loves sauna’s but always struggles with the small confined space. This one seems custom built for her. She grins. I kiss her deeply right there.

We walk quietly to a lower bench. I sit and she lies down next to me, her head in my lap. It’s not usual Sauna protocol; it’s obvious by the eyes around the room trying not to stare at the open display of affection. But I don’t care. I let my fingers caress the little stray curls out of her face, my hand finds her shoulders and massages gently. She stretches out like a cat and moans very quietly. Every move she makes, and every one of my touches is sensual and we both know its foreplay. Yet – we aren’t doing anything wrong or crass.

2:15 p.m. The beads of sweat have formed on my skin and it’s time for the dreaded cold part again. I feel a little braver this time – since we aren’t going to the ice bath but the temperate one. I can manage that. I slide in and clench my teeth but go all the way in, the cold water envelopes my body like an icy lover. I shiver.

I  feel the warmth of his arms around me as he holds me to him in the water. I wrap my legs around his waste, and lean my head on his shoulder and let him hold me there in the water so I don’t wimp out and leave too early. He tries to distract me with gentle kisses. “I’m cold …” with that, he puts me down and, wading out, we then cross over to the warm hot tub.

2:30 p.m. The warm bubbling water rushes over us and I feel the slight shock of the cold to warm that for now seems too hot. My skin loves this and I feel utterly energized.

I make my way to the bench where the jets are strong and powerful. She follows me obviously much happier in the warm water. We settle and find jets to knead away at whatever muscles are sore. She sinks in finding one to handle her tight shoulders. I find one just at the right level to hit that tension in my lower back. In silence we relax.

I’m startled by her hand making its way up my shorts. She has moved closer and a naughty twinkle in her eye tells me I’m done dosing off.

I bring her in and hold her in my arms like a babe. Her eyes flash wide open as she realizes why I have done this. The jet that had been massaging my lower back is now straight on, full strength, on her clit. A sudden flush rises to her cheeks as she tries to wiggle out of the way, but I hold her almost by force. She wraps her arms around me neck “but I’m going to ….” I hold her even tighter. Her body is responding and I’m not letting her out of this one. I hold her and she gives up fighting me.

She’s sweet in my arms. All her soft skin and warm curves are trembling. I hold her and listen to her breath rise a little. It doesn’t take long. I see the muscles in her arms as she holds me tight and her inner thighs tremble in a tell tale way. I know not to leave her there too long else it get painful. I move. She relaxes in my arms. The flush of an orgasm on her face, eyes closed she languidly rests in my arms. I love her. The way she can come like that is remarkable. I have never known a woman that could so easily just let go.
 

2:45 p.m. I lift my hand to his face, and show him my raisin fingers. It’s time to get out of the water. We make our way to the quiet room. It’s a large space with two rows of wall to wall “bunk beds” of sorts. All made of the same wood as the sauna with thick water resistant cushions. They are all very open to sight except for one.

Almost like an after thought – one bunk is almost above the entrance door. It’s angle making it far more private. Without having to even confer, we both make our way up the little wooden ladder and settle in our nook. There is a person straight across from us, we nod in salutation and tightening our fluffy robes around us, face to face we lay down to nap.

I can’t help but want to play with him. But our roommate makes it impossible for me to do more than caress his chest and play with his hair. I let myself snuggle up and dose off.

*thunck-a-thunck-a-thunck*

I open my eyes. His breathing is soft. He’s half asleep. I look up a little and …. we are alone.

I turn around so that my ass is in his crotch and grind into him a few times. His arm wraps around my waist and he presses into me. I snake my hand behind my back at an awkward angle, let it slide under his waist band and find his already hard cock waiting eagerly for my touch. He presses his lips into my neck and his entire body into mine, making movement with my arm impossible. I whisper “Move back love”. The few extra inches of space give me just enough room to start a gentle up and down.

I’ve never – to date – been able to make him come with a hand job or blow job. It’s not me. I know that. He’s just not “wired” that way. I’ve had enough lovers to know that my skill in those areas is not shabby. Some would even say I even excel at it. But the doubt starts to nag at the back of my mind, my self-confidence taking its beating. I start. I have time, he’s relaxed and horny. Maybe this time ….?

3:00 p.m. I can’t believe how good it feels. Her hand firm but soft around my member. I can sense pleasure stirring in my loins. I don’t think I’ll come here in a public place. But damn it feels good. I’m just going to relax and enjoy what she wants to do to me. Damn ….

3:15 p.m. My arm and hand are really starting to hurt. I move, and turn to face him. Holding myself up on my left elbow, I undo the velcro and strings that hold his swim shorts closed and release his shaft. There’s a thrill. We are relatively exposed. All it would take is one person to want to come in from the sun outside and relax in the space to see us. The thrill seems to add an edge to everything. I let my right hand continue where the left hand had left off.

I kiss him as my hand works its way up and down his cock. I hear his breath change dramatically and I don’t dare hope. We’ve been here before. I don’t break rhythm and just continue. My kiss becomes more aggressive, I nibble and bite and cover his face with my breath, and my hand never stops.

3:25 p.m. Its starts like a memory in the back of my mind. I can’t stop it – like a heard of wild horses coming over the horizon and suddenly my body arches as I feel the rush of orgasm like a thousand hooves.  Her mouth over mine muffles the animal growl that has come from deep inside my gut and I explode all over her hand and my stomach.

3:35 p.m. “Oh you’re happy now aren’t you” I say breathlessly as I see her eyes gleaming and I can almost see her patting herself on the back. I must admit that was well done. I came from a hand job. I can’t remember the last time that happened. She’s cleaning me up with the small hand towel we’ll toss in the hamper on our way out. I can feel her happy little finger tying up my strings and the velcro. She even pats me on the chest with a “there now …” Oh yes, she’s pleased with herself all right and that’s potentially dangerous for me.

3:45 p.m. It’s time for our massages, before we do one more round and go home. I am beaming. I just knew … I knew I could do it. We climb down the ladder, him first and I follow.  Just then a female staff member walks in. As my love walks out, she looks at me, at the flush of our cheeks and the grin on my face and she knows. I can see her trying to think of something to say or do and as I come shoulder to shoulder with her I lean over, and whisper in her ear:

“Prove it”.

January 17, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, temptation | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Winter Solstice Ritual

For years she had celebrated alone. Yet, like so many things in the last few months, this too had changed.
 
A part of her was nervous, the other overjoyed. She had become accustomed to being a solitary witch. His presence although exhilarating, also threw her off her game a little. Deep inside her, she knew things would never be the same. She was now truly understanding the level of his commitment to them as a couple. It scared her. It pleased her.
 
 The hard part had been staying awake. As an early bird she was up at 5:30 a.m. by the time 11:30 pm rolled around her eyes were heavy from fighting sleep.Yet for once the ritual would be played out right.

She walked to the thermostat and turned off the heat. In this northern climate the move was a bold one. Yet it was part of the sacrament. To feel in the next half hour the temperature drop slightly was a way to represent the drop in temperature that led to this, the darkest and longest of nights.

On the floor, the bare hardwood floor, she knelt. Feeling him by her side, they lit their respective candles. Her the red for the Goddess, a reflection of all things female. Blood. Life. Him, the Green. The symbol of the male life force, the harsh survival of the forest, the evergreens, the hunt.

They sat quietly meditating side by side, reflecting on the past year. The hopes that had at last come to be reality. They thought of the men and women that had guided them, the wise few that had brought them some bright light of wisdom. They thought of the seeds of potential asleep under the snow within them. They thought of each other …. and hands reached across the floor and clasped tightly.

At midnight – they both lit the white candle left in the center. Untainted white. No fragrance. The symbol of the purity of hope, of new life, of the everlasting spark of joy. They stood and shed their clothing and stepped away, peeling it like old snake skin and leaving it behind. Turning they faced each other and with a natural sponge, they quietly and reverently cleaned each other in warm water.

As the cleansing made it’s way across her flesh she was aware of everything. The scent of the red and green candles, her nipples hardening in the cooling air how her own hand on his chest trembled slightly and the Goosebumps showing. She enjoyed the feel of his hands across her shoulders, her spine, her lower back, her ass and as the wet sponge made it’s way between her thighs her entire being arched into him.

Her own digits wrapped around his manhood, and she pulled him closer. Tonight, they symbolized the God and the Goddess. Slowly as they washed away the fear and failures of the year past, they brought on the moment of purity. La petite Mort. The small death. Orgasm. Winter was, the small death in the wheel of the seasons. Orgasm was, the only time when we as humans, were closest to purity, to Love. The transparency of the moment when closing their eyes, together they felt, from the simple gesture of cleaning one another, of caressing, of holding, pulling, jerking … the ripples of ecstasy flow though them.

The floor was wet, their bodies as well, heaving, arching, rupturing in pleasure – in one blissful moment his white semen surged forward with a deep guttural growl. Her own body responded with a flow of clear liquid. For a split second, they were united in the white, unadulterated light. Back on earth, with flushed cheeks, they finished cleaning each other in breathless silence.

Walking on slightly shaking legs she turned the heat back on. As of today the days would get longer, the slow progress towards spring, summer and fall would start anew.

She turned to see him standing in his naked glory. Her man, her love, her God. Handing her a glass of Champagne he pulled her in for a kiss, deep and passionate.

“May this year fill your heart with the ever lasting spark of hope and joy my love”.

And they fell to the floor and melted into each other anew.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
duplication of this material without express and written permission
from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts
and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to
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direction to the original content.

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Happy Winter Solstice everyone … I invite you to share in the comment box your own take on the ritual on this most wonderful of Sabbaths! I’m curious to see what you come up with … go on … don’t be shy! How would you do it?
 
 
 
 

 

December 21, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments